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HORIZON
There won’t be a downpourI smell your hate like… here won’t be a downpourI smell your hate like repugnant odourFound a rupture while looking for rapturePull off the hinges let myself out the doorThis wild cat even if wounded, defies capture There won’t be a downpourAlways a creditor, can’t make me a debtorStraight line to… Continue reading
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ABDUCTION OF THE VIOLIN PLAYER
She struts by, saying “hello is that a violin or Cello?” he struts by, saying “hello is that a violin or Cello?”Those seven words hit him like a spell, no Exorcist can expel Mesmerised by those words, His defences were shattered by their seven swordsThey are like a ladder with seven rungs, reaching their top… Continue reading